Friday, September 01, 2006
Yeah, we take requests...
Cooper (last night): When are you going to post about poker again? (lots of yeahs from the other players)
Alright kiddies, here you go. You all suck!
That's right. I get an assortment of shatty cards that in total don't add up to eleven, and I am supposed to sing the virtues of poker.
Fug that!
Ok, it wasn't that bad. In the first game, I doubled up on BMW when he called my push on the river. His pocket pair could not crack my might AJh after a Jack flopped and a beautiful A on the river.
Two pair. Two pair! Give it to me, baby!
Cooper doubled me up later when her newly found aggressiveness fell victim to another instance of blind chicken catching a piece of corn (you know it's bound to happen every once in awhile).
It was alright for her. She ended up sending me to the rail in second when her A9 kicked my K8 in the groin for the win.
Other lowlights:
FlyingDane regaled us with his recent victories on Full Tilt. He further regaled us with tales of high liver function, high cholesterol, and highly dark urination. He will join us next week for the game if the doctors release from the ICU. At our table the Dane got sucked and knocked out, not once, but twice. Back to the virtual tables for you Flying Dane!
Like I said, Cooper is pushing and shoving her big stack (did I say that!) around. No more Ms. Nice Lady Calling Station! Prepare to have your nuts, excuse me, limps, excuse me again, feeble bets raised until it hurts.
BMW raced out to a healthy chip lead in the first game only to run into me, see above.
LetsChat ate a hole through my ear and left temporal lobe after he called a healthy reraise from BMW (clearly holding a high pair) while he held 8s in the hole. I made the mistake of questioning the call, after BMW showed his Aces, and heavens of defensive chatter rained down upon my head. I make you this promise, gentle reader, I will never question that guy's play to his face again.
theHost and MarkyMark were quiet. Maybe they did better in the second game.
What? I didn't see the results of the second game? That's right, I have little kids at home and a wife on the verge of a mental breakdown. But that's not why I left.
I am in the fuggin' big blind. I get dealt my typical fuggin' hand for the evening (82o). Several fuggin' limpers including lilRicky. The fuggin' flop comes with an 8 and a deuce. Giddy fuggin' up! I bet the fuggin' pot. Everyone fuggin folds, except Fuggin' Ricky. Fuggin' calling station. I put him on top pair (jack) and off we go to see the turn. It is a fuggin' ten. Without thought of danger, I fuggin push. He fuggin calls and flips, you guessed it, fuggin J10! Fug him!
Other news. We shamed WallyBall into playing the second game. He lasted almost as long as me. You see, he has a kid too.
I can't remember much else since I was a.) sleep deprived and b.) still bent about my fuggin' play against lilRicky. That's alright. I am your biatch now but someday that bell will be tolling for you, lilRicky, and I will be right there singing hallelujah!
Talk to you after I get over this feeling of turning my desk over. Have a fuggin' happy Labor Day. ¶ 11:31 AM
Alright kiddies, here you go. You all suck!
That's right. I get an assortment of shatty cards that in total don't add up to eleven, and I am supposed to sing the virtues of poker.
Fug that!
Ok, it wasn't that bad. In the first game, I doubled up on BMW when he called my push on the river. His pocket pair could not crack my might AJh after a Jack flopped and a beautiful A on the river.
Two pair. Two pair! Give it to me, baby!
Cooper doubled me up later when her newly found aggressiveness fell victim to another instance of blind chicken catching a piece of corn (you know it's bound to happen every once in awhile).
It was alright for her. She ended up sending me to the rail in second when her A9 kicked my K8 in the groin for the win.
Other lowlights:
FlyingDane regaled us with his recent victories on Full Tilt. He further regaled us with tales of high liver function, high cholesterol, and highly dark urination. He will join us next week for the game if the doctors release from the ICU. At our table the Dane got sucked and knocked out, not once, but twice. Back to the virtual tables for you Flying Dane!
Like I said, Cooper is pushing and shoving her big stack (did I say that!) around. No more Ms. Nice Lady Calling Station! Prepare to have your nuts, excuse me, limps, excuse me again, feeble bets raised until it hurts.
BMW raced out to a healthy chip lead in the first game only to run into me, see above.
LetsChat ate a hole through my ear and left temporal lobe after he called a healthy reraise from BMW (clearly holding a high pair) while he held 8s in the hole. I made the mistake of questioning the call, after BMW showed his Aces, and heavens of defensive chatter rained down upon my head. I make you this promise, gentle reader, I will never question that guy's play to his face again.
theHost and MarkyMark were quiet. Maybe they did better in the second game.
What? I didn't see the results of the second game? That's right, I have little kids at home and a wife on the verge of a mental breakdown. But that's not why I left.
I am in the fuggin' big blind. I get dealt my typical fuggin' hand for the evening (82o). Several fuggin' limpers including lilRicky. The fuggin' flop comes with an 8 and a deuce. Giddy fuggin' up! I bet the fuggin' pot. Everyone fuggin folds, except Fuggin' Ricky. Fuggin' calling station. I put him on top pair (jack) and off we go to see the turn. It is a fuggin' ten. Without thought of danger, I fuggin push. He fuggin calls and flips, you guessed it, fuggin J10! Fug him!
Other news. We shamed WallyBall into playing the second game. He lasted almost as long as me. You see, he has a kid too.
I can't remember much else since I was a.) sleep deprived and b.) still bent about my fuggin' play against lilRicky. That's alright. I am your biatch now but someday that bell will be tolling for you, lilRicky, and I will be right there singing hallelujah!
Talk to you after I get over this feeling of turning my desk over. Have a fuggin' happy Labor Day. ¶ 11:31 AM
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Dear Jagasses,
It has come to the attention at Mr. Friendly Management that your poker related comments are neither constructive nor appreciated. But, in the spirit of good will, MrF will dain to answer your questions:
mad: clothing optional texas hold 'em. See you next Thursday. Directions may be received by email.
phoenix: it's the kind of poker where I play really well up until the point I don't. Again, a hearty invitation is extended to your money, I mean you.
theHost: No one, but me, gets the last word here. And, oh yes, fug you!
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It has come to the attention at Mr. Friendly Management that your poker related comments are neither constructive nor appreciated. But, in the spirit of good will, MrF will dain to answer your questions:
mad: clothing optional texas hold 'em. See you next Thursday. Directions may be received by email.
phoenix: it's the kind of poker where I play really well up until the point I don't. Again, a hearty invitation is extended to your money, I mean you.
theHost: No one, but me, gets the last word here. And, oh yes, fug you!
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